She was a Miss Greenaway Cavendish, a stock-broker's heiress of a certain age.'
Miss Greenaway's work appears as refined ten years after its "boom," as it did when it was at the flood.
It has been noted that, in her later years, Miss Greenaway's popularity was scarcely maintained.
She took him into the garden, where he saw at once that he was seated under the apple-tree of Miss Greenaway's pictures.
She sent for me and asked if I could find 'er a lady's bicycle, an' Greenaway was very 'appy to lend 'er 'ers, madam.
He half smiled, however, as he picked up the Greenaway envelope and curiously broke the seal.
Why ever did you buy a baby's cot—and how came Mr. Greenaway to trust you?
Thirty-two designs, engraved on wood by Greenaway & Wright, and published in parts.
A few words may be added in regard to the mere facts of Miss Greenaway's career.